"Then I'll leave." Brando put away the scroll, but he looked at the opponent's current situation, Antitina's embarrassment and experience made him a little unbearable. He hesitated and asked, "...Is there anything I can help?"
Antitina shook her head. "No need, thank you," she leaned on the door and replied in a low voice, "Thank you for bringing me the news of my father, sir." She coughed twice.
Brando couldn't help thinking that this was really a confident and stubborn girl. He thought about it for a moment. In fact, he himself was not rich enough. Even if he wanted to help others, he would have to wait for the auction that the cripple contacted him. Thinking of this, he was about to leave, but a mess of footsteps suddenly sounded on the stairs not far away.
Several people were startled, and at the same time they turned their heads over there. "There are a lot of people," Bartom reached under his cloak. "Seven, no, eight."
"Don't be nervous, this is Braggs." Brando stopped Bartom and stared in that direction. But as soon as his voice fell, a curse came from down the corridor:
"Fucking, I really don't want to come to this ghost place. That girl is so stubborn, I think we're going for nothing this time."
"Hush, these noble ladies are like this, they are super arrogant on the surface. As long as you scare them, make sure to be like shivering little animals, tell them what to do, she has to hand over the things obediently."
"According to me, anyway, Lord Baron has said it, it won't be so good if she is really done. Isn't it a downright nobleman? If you don't show the dead girl a bit of color, she won't know what we do."
"You know what a fart, and you can believe what the nobles say? They are more like a sword than the devil in the ground—"
A group of people arguingly appeared at the corner of the corridor, and happened to have a face-to-face meeting with Brando, Bartom and others—it happened to be eight people, everyone wearing a brand new, light gray uniform of the security cavalry. They obviously didn't expect it to be above. There will be people, almost everyone will have unexpected looks on their faces.
Their gaze fell on Antitina who was behind for the first time, and then back to Brando and Bartom, only to see the cripple who was blocked at the end.
"It's you! Cripple, what are you doing here?" the leader frowned and asked.
Brando stopped the cripple and asked, "Who are they?"
"The bastards in the Hood district, I didn't expect to see them for a few days and they would become humanoids, even wearing such a coat." The cripple replied with a flash of eyes, staring at the security cavalry uniform on the opponent. It seems that he and these people are not very much to see each other.
"Hmph, the dog can't spit out ivory." A person on the other side cursed.
But the man who took the lead stopped his companion, and Brando's actions had shown that he was the leader of the three. This person couldn't help becoming a little puzzled for a while. Although the cripple in Heijiao Alley was not a very good person, he had always been alone, and he was also famous in their circle. What does it mean to be entangled with these two people of unknown origin today
Especially, they were still with the daughter of that down-and-out nobleman, and things got a little troublesome.
"How many are?" He thought about it, and decided to try it out first.
Brando glanced at him, and ignored the guy.
He turned his head and saw Antitina clutching the door frame with her hands, her joints were a little white. The girl lowered her head, although she did not speak, but these subtle movements still made the young man aware of the fear and panic in her heart. He thought for a while and asked, "Are they here to trouble you?"
Antitina nodded.
"what happened?"
"They said that my father owes money to their adults."
"Your father won't be a gambler, he doesn't have any money--" the lame man murmured from behind, but he immediately faced the girl's eyes that almost burst into flames, startled with fright. Subconsciously swallowed the second half of the sentence back.
"Does your father owe them money?" Brando asked.
Antitina frowned and shook her head: "How can my father deal with people like them."
Brando thought for a while, then turned around: "Who are you again?"
His words were steady and strong. In addition, the person who took the lead saw him speaking in an orderly manner. He was initially timid by three points. At this moment, he made a chuckle, thinking that this young man must have something to rely on—even though he couldn’t see the cloth. Lando’s hood was hidden in the shadows, but he could tell the age of the opponent based on his voice—he hesitated and dared not pursue Brando’s ignorance of his rudeness just now. After thinking and thinking, he organized a sentence and replied. "We are the security cavalry under Harder's rule. I'm Jon the Owl. These are my brothers. We are entrusted by... Viscount Tester to collect the debts."
"When is the security cavalry still responsible for this?" Bartom embraced his arms and couldn't help but sneered from behind.
The seven or eight people on the opposite side were embarrassed for a while. They were just some marketers a few weeks ago, and they hadn’t seen anything in the world. At this moment, they are neither easy to attack nor able to refute in front of the mysterious young people. Somewhat unable to advance or retreat.
And the man who took the lead just wanted to slap himself, he hesitated again and again, but he didn't expect that he was still caught in the painful foot.
Fortunately, there is always someone who can't help complaining: "It's only right to pay off debts."
Brando glanced at them and asked, "Who are you going to find to collect debts?"
These'security cavalry' fell silent again, they looked at each other, and finally the one who took the lead bit the bullet and replied: "It's the lady behind you, sir. Her name is Antitina. Her father owes Viscount Teste. A lot of money."
Brando scratched his ears. The name Tester made him familiar, but he didn't remember it for a while. He thinks that this kind of person must have a certain reputation in the "Amber Sword", but has deviated from the main line of the story-this kind of person is either an insignificant role like Lord Jin Guo, or it is better hidden. Bar.
He turned his head and asked, "Who is Viscount Tester?"
"A young man similar to you, he is the deputy of the Chief of the Silver Winged Cavalry, Magske. There are rumors outside that he is the illegitimate son of the Grand Duke," the cripple's face changed, and he whispered: "Brando, we are the best. Don’t conflict with these people here—their Testers, you can’t afford to provoke those big people.”
When the little old man said so, he couldn't help but wipe his sweat secretly in his heart. Fortunately, he didn't say anything disrespectful just now, otherwise it would be really irritating. But once he came to his senses, the cunning old fox began to think about how to get out of this trouble.
But Brando smiled slightly when he heard something in his words. "Cripple, as if you really want me to clashed with the Viscount Tester, whom I had never met?" he asked.
"Where, where, dare not, dare not." The cripple'Lorne' smiled awkwardly. He didn't expect the other party to reveal his tricks at a glance. It's just that he might not have thought about it, Brando knew all about his careful thoughts.
Brando took another look at Antitina, but found that the girl's face was pale-she obviously heard the lame words, indeed compared to her father, whether it is Magske or Golan-Elson, both are inferior. And the characters. If these people are looking for her trouble, she may only have to close her eyes and wait to die.
However, what Brando thought of was that the guy named Magske, the commander of the Bladed Cavalry regiment, appeared to be a nobleman from the army, but in fact he was a running dog. It's just that Prince Tester, who is not well-known in the "Amber Sword", the only famous one is probably his identity as an illegitimate child. Brando then realized why he was so insensitive to this person's name.
It’s just puzzling that there are very few killings between the nobles and nobles of Vaughan-even if the royal family seizes power, they are often only under the table. Tester will not know the situation of Antitina, but he is so tight. What is the meaning of forcing
Is there a grudge against the ancestors? Does not look like.
Brando couldn't help wondering if the guy fell in love with Antitina, this is not impossible, nobles often play this. But this is a bit troublesome. Let’s not say whether Antitina would like it or not, Brando would not. The designer of the magical guiding device, the value of such a person is almost incalculable—Brando definitely won’t. Allowing Antitina to slip away from her hand, at first he didn't want to express such a desire so urgently-one is to let the girl put her vigilance down, and the other is that the merchant's nature of bargaining in business is doing evil.
But now it looks like the plan is about to change.
He turned around and asked, "Does your father know Viscount Tester?"
Antitina shook her head hurriedly. She is a smart girl with ice and snow, and immediately like Brando, she figured out the other's possible attempts. She had never seen the Viscount Tester, but it was also disgusting from the other party’s methods of doing things, so she subconsciously thought of relying on the nearest person who might rely on—she couldn’t help but look at Brando. I'm a little nervous.
But Brando did not disappoint her.
The young man immediately drew out his sword after hearing it. The gleaming silver wizard sword made everyone on the opposite side feel cold, and the display of the weapon meant that the negotiation had broken down. However, the person who took the lead wanted to save it. He moisturized his dry throat and prepared to open his mouth hoping that the other party could consider the influence of Viscount Tester, but Brando had already swung a sword before that—
A wave of "whoo" crossed everyone's side, like an invisible wind, and the pressure of the wind brought everyone's hair back and forth. It was only a moment, and then a button nearly five meters long was opened on the ceiling with a click.
There was silence in the dim corridor—